Meeting Emily Rose

A girl with jet black hair and emerald green eyes impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for the bathroom to be open. "Bloody hell! Hurry up Aaron!"

"I'm almost done!" came a muffled reply from behind the white, wooden door.

"Will you stop snogging the mirror and open the door!" She yelled back.

The door banged open to show a seventeen year old boy standing there looking furious. She smiled innocently before stepping into the bathroom, pushing him out into the hallway and locking the door behind her.

"You're a piece of work Emmi!" He yelled.

"I know!" She answered before getting ready; she had less than twenty minutes to finish getting ready before she was shipped off to her wizarding school, Drumstrang.

After she was dressed, hair perfectly the way she wanted, and a genuine smile plastered on her face, she stepped out of the bathroom before walking back into my room down the hall. She looked around; she was so close to leaving again for another year at Drumstrang School of Magic. The room was now bare, since everything was packed into two suitcases. Her eyes glanced over at her owl Lightfoot and smiled, he was sleeping pleasantly. He was pure-white, while his eyes were a blazing blue.

Her room was plain now, all of her posters and almost everything personal gone. She began to finish packing when the doorbell rang and heard Aaron yell, "I've got it!" Almost thirty seconds later she heard him yell, "Emmi! It's for you!"

She opened her bedroom door and walked down the stairs in an almost skip, only to pause at the end to find none other than Albus Dumbledore standing in the doorway. A smiled creeped onto her face as she ran and tackled the elderly man in a hug. "ALBIE!"

Three years since I've seen him and he's barely changedshe thought as she let go and looked up at him, smiling like a little kid who's got Christmas early. She moved out of the way so he could enter and followed behind him as he sat down on the couch.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of fresh tea, she handed it to him, while sitting down cross-legged on a chair.

"My Emily Rose, you certainly have barely changed." Dumbledore noted while sipping his tea not fifteen minutes later.

She scoffed slightly, "Bad habits never die. How's Harry doing? I've been meaning to ask, I haven't seen my twin brother in several years, when do I get the pleasure of annoying the bloody hell out of him?" She couldn't hide her smile, nor could Albus after he took a sip.

"That's actually why I'm visiting. You will no longer be going to Drumstrang anymore." He took another sip.

She stood up, completely outraged, "What? But that's my home! My school! I cannot get kicked out!"

Dumbledore held up a hand which silenced her immediately. She angrily sat back down, waiting to hear him out. "You're being switched to Hogwarts; it seems that Harry is in need of your assistance."

Emily Rose laughed, "No joke? The bloke finally needs his little sister's help?"

Dumbledore nodded, taking a sip of his tea. "Yes Emily Rose, it seems that Harry hasn't been well since Sirius's death." Emily Rose winced slightly; she knew how much it hurt losing your only family…more than once.

She nodded slightly, while he continued talking. "Where is Jared and Mark? I see Andrew is getting ready to go."

She smiled, "Jared is out shopping and Mark is coming back from a business trip."

"Ah yes, how are things lately though Emily Rose?" He asked, eyes twinkling.

"So so, I've found a witch who would be good to join for the Order of the Phoenix. She's excellent in shields and potions; I thought we could use her talents. Her name is Esmeralda Kent, she's a Bulgarian gypsy."

"I shall look her up, Emily Rose. But for now, I am off. Here is your information, and have fun." He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her before getting up and walking out and Disapparting.

Emily Rose smiled softly, and now to Hogwarts, she thought. And with that, she grabbed her bags and Apparated to the train station.

The Platform and the Malfoy

Emily Rose walked quietly threw the building passageway as she reappeared on a busy platform seconds later. After wiping away all the dust off her white blouse, which showed her developed breasts, and her black skirt, she snapped her fingers and her bags levitated above her head, out of the way of other people as she began walking towards the train parked, with people loading and kids saying goodbye to their families.

She stopped right before a man moving the luggage and set hers down, nodding once to the man and hopping on the train. She walked quietly, moving in and out of everyone, almost slithering in a way. She had to keep hidden for now, as she slid past everyone, she didn't want Harry to see her; considering that she was supposed to stay hidden until the sorting.

She began walking down one of the hallways when she saw a familiar mop of shaggy black hair coming her way. She glanced around and jerked open one of the compartment doors, shutting it behind her and backed up, only to trip on the rug and land into someone's lap. She glanced up to find a boy with ear-long blonde hair that was jelled back and silver-grey eyes staring at her with one eyebrow raised; he had sharp features which only added to his look. She closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath, turning her hair dirty-blonde before opening her eyes to a light blue color, she looked at the boy and said, "Someone is going to come in, please tell them to leave."

The boy looked at her for a moment before nodding; he ran a hand threw his hair while watching her. Just then the compartment door opened to reveal a boy with shaggy black hair and emerald green eyes standing at the door looking in at the two. The blonde boy sneered at him, "Potter, what do you need? Can't you see I'm a little busy at the moment?" He nodded his head to Emmi, who blushed slightly for affect.

Harry Potter, the boy at the door, sighed, "Sorry Malfoy, I thought I saw someone I knew walk in here."

The blonde boy scoffed, "As happy as I am to burst your bubble Potter, it's just her and me in here and I'd prefer to finish what I started if you'd leave."

Harry rolled his eyes before shutting the door and walking away. Emily Rose sighed softly, before closing her eyes and shaking her head, pointing her hand at the door and locking it. Her hair and eyes turned back to their normal color as she moved off his lap and sat down on the seat opposite of him. She held out her hand which he shook while she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Emily Rose, Emmi for short, and thank you for saving me; I did not want him to find me."

The boy nodded before introducing himself, "Draco Malfoy. Why were you hiding from him? Lovers spat?" He raised an eyebrow.

Emmi burst out laughing, unable to control herself, "Oh My God. Me and Harry lovers? Oh god, that's a laugh! I'm so telling Andrew and Harry that later!"

"So you're not together?"

"GOD NO! I'd NEVER date Harry! That's just disgusting!" She shuddered internally and externally at the thought.

Draco nodded slightly, "So, if the famous boy-who-lived isn't your type then who is?"

Emmi looked out of the window while thinking, half a minute later; she turned her attention back to the boy and his enchanting silver-grey eyes. "Well, they have to be taller than me, so we can dance correctly; he definitely has to be able to dance, has to play and be good at Quiddlitch, strong enough to protect me, handsome, a great dueler, I like a challenge; style, class, character, charming," she bit her lower lip as a old habit, "A great kisser, and he has to have back-bone."

Draco leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, showing his tight grey silk shirt which showed his toned-muscles and his tight black pants. "Well, you certainly have high standards." He replied with a laugh.

She smiled softly, "Well if I didn't then some jerk-off thinks he can come and take advantage of me; then of course he gets hurt and then the Minister comes after my arse…again."

Draco chuckled, "Very interesting, you know, I don't believe that I remember you from Hogwarts."

Emily Rose smiled, "I'm a sixth year transfer from Drumstrang, I was being privately tutored and they decided to transfer me here." She tilted her head to the side before asking, "Are you Lucius Malfoy's son?"

He snorted rather ungentlemanly, "The one and only…unfortunately."

She nodded understandingly, "Oh, I never really did like him, he threatened and attempted to kill me and my brother several times, did his eyebrows ever grow back?"

Draco started laughing, "That was you? Father was so angry; I thought he'd blow up the house!"

Emily Rose laughed quietly before checking her watch, "Crap, I gotta run. I'll see you later Draco." After she finished talking, she stood up and with a wave of her hand, unlocked the door, before stepping out of the compartment and walking away, never noticing the pair of grey eyes following her.